Lyrics:
clear from the east coast to South America, MEDELLIN
Known for doin dirt but my tracks clean
As I whistle you get hit by a missile
While you're eatin'
me
They try to see me, but it's not that easy
They should take shit slowly, becase they don't know me
I'm on the down low, that means I play
Can anybody save me
The days are hazy
I’ve been goin crazy
I haven’t been eatin or sleepin lately
I got a new girl who is just amazing
But I can’t
Talking bout everything that I did
When I know I don't deserve what I get
But I'm tired of getting put down by the people that claim to be higher
If in
on
I've been in a slump, been in a rut
Went to the bottom, and didn't get stuck
Struck by some lightning while driving I think that I'm pushing my luck
from pain
Some of it comes from heartache man thats aching in my brain
Victory that how I'm trying to maintain in a game
Full of snakes low life's
stacking bricks then you know
The dough it will rise bread never gets low
My paper so thick your scissors can't cut
Moola so crisp while you're in a rut
I'm doing fine (fine)
Shit
Really ain't no need to hit my line
If I'm ever looking for something to take it's likely my time (mhmm)
Out the rut
cute, Might Blowout her back later
I'm feeling kinda low, gotta pull out that big lighter
Haters gonna hate but every verse that I spit fire
Feel like R
WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN
the genuine, breakin a bond and gettin mine
So freeze, I'm makin it flow with ease
And droppin the funkiest lyrics that ever been known to MC's
Cause
(Piece by piece
We can get there
Just keep going forward
This is an example of that
Because this shit ain't all
Figured out
It's just a bunch
Written on a clipboard with important information
The same byproduct, that came by for all the
Hip-Hop heads that crave a new tape to vibe on
I've
lamb racket wit the cam key
Sideline maneuver, polish wax MC remover
Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me leavin bruises
Candle lows tied a thousand
a boa constrictor
Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch
Get slapped around like faggot niggaz
a brand
new twist didn't know we could drop like this player don't hate bump
this az riders never quit nasty girls got to work the hips in the club
do
spangled banner ooh
Say can't you see cops more crooked than we
By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for keys
Easy low key crooked military
Pay taxes out
and sour
Devour all other wack MCs
And when I windsurf nature gives me a breeze
'cause it's a new jack kickin' rhymes like Jackie Chan
I got a year round
kick doors
Now get your ass out my
Way or I'll kick yours
Champions baby, Crimson Tide
This the brand new shit the old shit died
Got a whole bunch
lamb racket wit the cam key
Sideline maneuver, polish wax MC remover
Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me leavin bruises
Candle lows tied a thousand
flock to me
All in New York be with Maino and Capo
I rode by myself and ain't nobody stoppin' me
Ain't no more real niggas
I'm who Jay-Z and Kanye like
flock to me
All in New York be with Maino and Capo I
Rode by myself and ain't nobody stoppin' me
Ain't no more real niggas I'm who Jay-Z
And Kanye like
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
all night
I drop a 4 In a sprite
Sippin' lean by the pint
So much drugs in my body
It's gon be a long night
Yeah we let off 30 rounds
Got the blicky
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